Posing Together

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 7: A Big Mess

Debbie kept Peter and Meagan facing each other, but she positioned them much further apart, and slowly worked them closer together. Each time they posed, Peter was able to go longer and longer without breaks. In fact, by the middle of August he was actually able to go longer without a break than he had when he and Meagan were positioned so that they couldn't see each other. To Debbie's delight, he demonstrated more and more sexual energy each time he posed with Meagan. Meagan grew more and more comfortable facing Peter as well.

Debbie had some favorite paintings from the last month. One had Meagan looking over her shoulder at Peter as he held out his arms to her, as if begging her to return to him. Another had Meagan lying on the floor with her back arched, her tits pointing straight up at the ceiling, and Peter looking on enthralled. Her favorite had to be one that involved the use of towels as props. Peter and Meagan were only about four feet apart. Meagan was posed as if she had just opened a towel that had been wrapped around her body to flash Peter.

Meagan had really gotten into that pose. It was like she was inverting all her worries about Peter peeking at her from their earlier sessions by deliberately exposing herself. She had posed with an impish grin on her face and stood in such a way that she was emphasizing both her chest and pubic mound to Peter.

For that painting, Peter had posed with an astonished look on his face and some very intense wood pointed straight at Meagan. Even though they didn't seem to have trouble with that pose, Peter had rushed to his car and Meagan to her room as soon as Debbie finished painting it. She showed mercy on her models a break by letting them stand much further apart for the next painting, but she hadn't been happy with the way that one turned out. Debbie wanted to remedy that by seeing how close she could pose her models today.

Debbie had her daughter facing her easel at an angle when she announced, "OK, Peter, you come over here and kneel down on one knee right where I'm standing."

"WTF Mom! That's right next to me!"

"I know what that stands for young lady!"

"Fine, but he's still like, right next to me. OMG! He's so tall his head is even with my boob." Meagan leaned away from Peter, but didn't actually shift her feet."

"Meagan, I wish I had told you that you couldn't buy a cell phone with your modeling money. You talk like you're texting now. It's very annoying. Besides, your high school won't even let you bring cell phones onto campus."

"Yeah, but once I meet some new people, we can share our contact info, and text at night, and become BFFs."

"I don't see what the problem is." Debbie protested. "This isn't much closer than you were when the two of you posed with the towels."

Meagan's body language changed as she stood straight up. "Mmm, that was a fun posing session." Then she leaned her body closer to Peter's; now one of her full round breasts was only inches from his face. Peter tilted his head and opened his mouth slightly. It looked like he was ready to latch onto one of Meagan's hard nipples and take a drink.

"Oh! That's even better that what I had in mind. Don't move!"

"Mother! You are so fucking weird! You want me to pose like I'm going to let him nurse from me?"

Without hesitation, Debbie answered. "Yes, pretend you're a Greek goddess giving aid to Hercules if it helps, but yes!"

Meagan leaned back toward Peter, but instead of the look of mischief from her flasher pose, she now had an ironic, "I can't believe I'm doing this" look on her face.

"Oh! I like that expression even better!" Debbie replied. Neither mother nor daughter noticed that Peter hadn't said anything during their exchange. His face was a mix of concentration and adoration as he tried to burn the image of Meagan's breast into his memory.

After ten minutes of sketching, Debbie asked Peter, "Do you need a break, kneeling can be hard on your knees."

Peter replied, "No, but maybe a towel or pad to put between me and the floor. Other than that, I'm good." Debbie was so excited to keep sketching that she didn't notice the odd tone in Peter's voice.

Neither of the models noticed when Debbie switched from sketching to painting. She would usually let them take a break then since it was a natural time for one. Peter was way too focused on Meagan's breasts to notice anything else going on around him, and Meagan was watching him focus on her breasts. Meagan griped at her mother, "Come on Mom, are you ever going to finish sketching?"

"Oh my! I got so excited; I just started painting without offering you two a break! I guess you can take one now."

"Nah, I'm good." Peter commented.

Arching one eyebrow, Meagan stated, "I guess we'll just keep posing then."

Debbie offered her models another break about fifteen minutes later, but once again Peter refused. He and Meagan had been posing for well over an hour when he asked for a chance to rest. "Um, I think maybe we should break Mrs. D."

"Oh! Can't you hand on for five minutes? I'll be done with the whole painting by then. You've toughed it out this long. Another five minutes can't hurt, can it?"

"I guess I'll last." Peter responded. However, he was starting to sweat, and Meagan could feel his breath on her chest as he struggled to maintain his pose. The athletic college student was almost panting.

"Peter, stand still!" Debbie scolded.

Meagan giggled, and if either of the females had been watching Peter, they would have seen his face go slack with amazement as Meagan's bare breast jiggled and bounced mere inches from his face.

"What's so funny young lady?"

"Normally I'm the one getting yelled at for breaking my pose. I don't think I've ever heard you tell Peter that before."

"Well, now you need to get back into position too." Debbie said tartly, "Are you happy?"

Meagan leaned back toward Peter arching her back as she resumed her pose of offering her breast to him. Unknown to any of them, Meagan had just set off a chain reaction deep inside Peter. His concentration had been broken, and Meagan's luscious body was having its full effect on Peter without the filter of any of his discipline. Not even Peter was aware of what was happening to him. He had become so horny during his extended posing session that he missed all the danger signs his twitching cock should have provided.

Debbie though everything was back under control and that she was going to be able to finish up her painting in the next few minutes when she heard Meagan gasp and jump so that she was now facing Peter squarely. Debbie didn't spot the problem until Peter called out, "Fuck! I'm sorry...I just can't help it!" Debbie was horrified to see a big glob of white spunk splattered on the inside of one of Meagan's knees.

"Meagan, cover you pussy!" Debbie shouted. Peter had taken hold of his huge, aching cock and started stroking it very rapidly and grunting loudly. Meagan was frozen like a deer in headlights, so Debbie commanded her daughter. "Meagan, cover your pussy now!"

Meagan put her hand over her slit just in the nick of time. The initial blast of cum, which had occurred without anyone or anything touching his cock, was nothing compared to what came shooting out of his dick now that his hand was pumping up and down the shaft. Jet after jet of white semen flew from the tip of Peter's rod. He was jerking his cock up and down violently as he pumped it, and was spraying Meagan from neck to ankle with jizz.

After a dozen ropes of cum landed on Meagan's body, Debbie tried to reassure her daughter. "He's almost done now baby." However, Peter wasn't done. Another four full size blasts of cum launched from his cock, each easily covering the distance between him and Meagan. Peter wasn't pumping as wildly now, and each of the final four ropes of cum landed directly on Meagan's tits. Even after that, he kept jerking on his hard dick splattering individual drops of cum all over the studio. Debbie was so flustered; she used some of her daughter's texting lingo. "WTF! A man shouldn't be able to cum so much at one time!"

"Do something mommy!" Meagan pleaded.

"There's nothing we can do until he stops cumming baby. If we try to get you cleaned up now, you might end up getting cum in your pussy. We've got to avoid that at all costs!"

Looking at Peter, Meagan asked, "How much longer are you going to be?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know. Once I lose control, I can't stop until I'm all the way finished, and I've never cum so hard before. I'm not sure how long it's going to take."

"This is so humiliating!" Meagan whined to no one in particular.

"Meagan, don't squirm. Your hand might slip and let cum slide into you."

Meagan bit her lip and had tears coming out of her eyes as she froze in place to stoically accept the remainder of Peter's cum eruption. It seemed to take forever, but Peter eventually slowed down. Finally, he released his cock, and collapsed to his hands and knees.

"Oh Meagan! I'm so sorry!" Peter apologized.

Debbie threw a rag at the college student. "You can say you're sorry later. Right now you've got work to do cleaning up this mess you've made!" Meagan was openly sobbing now. "There, there honey. It's going to be all right. Mommy and Peter are going to get you all cleaned up, and everything is going to be just fine."